You asked me how I met that ‘Bonky person’, Cat.
I will tell you here because many others have asked the same question and don’t believe his claims that we met for the very first time in March 1970.
Well, I first met the person in late 1967 in a pub called the Woodman in Highgate. I had brought Mary back from Spain to London in March 1967 after she had discovered that she was pregnant. We got married in a Roman Catholic church in September 1967 and it was around this time that we used to frequent the Woodman pub just across the road from where we were living in Highgate.
Mary had become friendly with a young mother nicknamed ‘Zibby’ who was married to a man named Tony and sometimes the four of us would go into the Woodman and spend a few hours there.
Now, at this time, a small trio jazz band used to play in the Saloon bar from a make-shift wooden platform at the back. There was somebody on drums, an electric guitarist and another individual who played the saxophone – or tried to play the saxophone!
I describe this in my recently published autobiography when I say . . .
“The sound was amplified by two huge speakers either side of this, and so was pretty deafening in the somewhat confined area. This group consisted of just three people: one on an electric guitar, a drummer and a ‘lead’ who played – or attempted to play – the saxophone. This person sometimes tried ‘solo’s’, although the racket was so off-key and intense that when he started many people would pick up their drinks and make for the public bar which was divided from the Saloon bar by a small glass partition door. They did not return until the noise had subsided; and even then, some people chose not to return to the Saloon bar at all to escape the racket!
It was during one such social evening that I learned that the bombastic character on the saxophone was a friend of Tony’s. He was called P.S.M. (although he hated the name ‘Patrick’ but answered to the nickname of “Bosley”), a somewhat over-weight character with a high-pitched voice, who dressed in a suit resembling undertaker’s clothes. On another occasion I learned that he had an avid interest in ‘ghosts’ and the supernatural, although he was later to say that his ‘speciality’ was vampires. He suggested that we must all meet up again when he wasn’t playing , and have a chat about the subject”.
[Adapted from “David Farrant ; In the Shadow of the Highgate Vampire” February 2009]
I should point out, that this character I was describing was very ‘mean’, and never once did I see him buy anybody a drink. He seemed fascinated with myself (Tony had obviously told him I investigated ghosts and the paranormal) and he would frequently try to get me onto the subject of ‘ghosts’. In fact, I told him very little as I simply didn’t trust his motivations; or come to that, believe any of the yarns he used to spin about ‘vampires’! All this took place in the autumn of 1967 and continued on into 1968.
So I hope I have answered the question put to me by Cat. No doubt Cat (or that wretched ‘Overseer’) will get back to my if they are not satisfied (they always do!).
Now . . . I have some ‘breaking news’ about the ‘Yorkshire Pudding’. ‘Breaking’ is probably the key word here as I have just been ‘leaked’ some papers that absolutely confirm what a little ‘unchristian liar’ that person is. I kid thee all not! But I’ve decided to hold everybody in suspense at the moment until I get further confirmation (although I don’t personally consider any is needed now!).
Stay with me folks and I shall reveal ALL!
Cat has opened a new Blog called “The Cat’s Miaow” – or should that read ‘satarical Blog’!
Craig can you please colour this link into blue and make sure it works, you lazy so and so! http://baldrycat.blogspot.com/ Thanks David…done
No time for another Blog today, but before I go, allow me to ‘lessen some of the suspense’ a little:
Yesterday I received a complete manuscript written by a would be lady author about the so-called Highgate Vampire case. Bonky is mentioned in it, as am I – well, you could say that I am the ‘star’ of it! Its pretty vindictive and bitter, but at least the person had the courtesy to refer to myself as the President of the British Psychic and Occult Society and The Highgate Vampire Society (well I guess she couldn’t say otherwise really as she used to handle all the membership forms!).
Anyway. more to follow on all this.
Right now I’m expecting Gareth.
PS Poor innocent little girl ‘caught in the middle’ . . . like hell!
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